Where I am left to not know,
I cannot survive.
The colors are to blind to see the truth.
And the truth is too far away to feel the light.
I am restless and just want to know,
if this is the reason to survive?
I will walk.
I know that the sun is too far to feel the heat, but I feel warm inside.
I will stop and absorb, but cannot rest until I touch what is not here.
I will stare until my eyes burn and I cannot see anymore.
I will not survive.
That pain makes me feel certain about the case.
I just know.
I just feel.
Only the truth that I made myself by looking at the sky.
I do not know why I cannot just walk and let it go.
Before all the reasons that pop up are going to flow,
and make a truth that is too hot, to be true at all.
Let me go.
I don’t survive because I am not patient enough to do.
To open up without burning and feel no pain, because I don’t know.
Not knowing does not need to hurt.
Still I think it is so difficicult to live life at this intersection.

In the end the sun is either going to burn me or not, and the uncertainty makes me want to run away. To ruin it all to begin with. 

C.